These past few weeks have been a nightmare. Especially with work... but really, with everything else as well.

You know that point when things get so bad that you just can't freak out anymore?

I do. And I feel clearer and less stressed than I have in months. This despite the fact that I'm sitting in my office in upstate NY*, working on the world's crappiest computer admidst a slew of power outages on a project that's probably not going to meet deadline for a company that treats me like a red-headed stepchild.**

To heck with it, say I!

OK, I really need to get back to it. Hope you are all happy and following your dreams :)

~Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough~

* I usually telecommute from my home office in Florida.** Which I suppose is technically true, seeing that I have a stepmom and all.*** Happy birthday to me!

Sorry sweetness, I barely got to do anything-- I was supposed to have vaca for a few days, but only got one day off, in the middle of the week :/ And I didn't even get to check internetsness until my return (which was... right now).

When I was one, I was just begun. When I was two, I was nearly new. When I was three, I was hardly me. When I was four, I was not much more. When I was five, I was just alive. But now that I'm six, I'm as clever as clever. I think I'll stay six now for ever and ever.